A morning spent in Dumbo, Brooklyn, and a walk across the Manhattan Bridge for my last day in New York City. That’s right, a whole month later, I’ve finally gotten through editing all my trip photos. Some I’m really happy with, most I’m not, and that’s OK. The point was to get out with my…

A day spent wandering through the Garment District and Chelsea in Manhattan. There was fabric and art, and books and coffee. And I was happy. Also, I always find the signs of income inequality in big cities interesting… That last photo was taken in Chelsea…

It’s not about scale or automation. Passive income or growth hacking. It’s the physical connection with every piece of work you do. By a human for a human. Your fingerprints. Your signature. Unmistakably you. Ownership. Labour intensive, because that’s the point. The long road in a sea of shortcuts. A commitment to better. Refinement. Vulnerable,…

Snaps from a day of art, architecture, and a particularly notable lemon meringue tart in Manhattan. I was at the Smithsonian primarily to see the building itself (are you seeing those details?!) and The Metropolitan to see the Leonardo to Matisse drawing exhibit. I was in that one room of the Smithsonian taking photos of the floors/walls/pipes/ceiling/trim…

I don’t have Netflix. I know! I know. Or TV. I know. It’s not because I’m trying to save money or because I think it rots your brain, I simply realized it wasn’t serving the purpose I thought it was. I thought watching a movie or a show (OK, an entire series…) was a good…

I’m tired. I’m not sure of what, exactly. Nope… No that’s a lie. I’m tired of the disconnect between where I am and where I want to be. I’m tired of the tension between how I feel and how I want to feel. As it turns out, I’ve got a serious case of FOMO. FOMO,…

Photo evidence from a particularly wonderous stroll along Dundas West in Toronto last week. In which lots of coffee was drunk and many a dream was dreamed. (Studio/retail/event/??? space. That’s the dream.) Also, overheard at Balfour Books… “Oh, here it is, poetry to slit your wrists to. Someone was asking for this.” I love this city.…

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